Banksia
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She was my first, the one who whispered clear, Her voice captivating, drawing me near. I sat for hours, listening with delight, As she shared her secrets, day and night.
As people drew near, her voice would rise, Echoing louder beneath the open skies. Perhaps to ensure I heard her sweet song, Or to beckon them closer, to where they belong.
In her gentle murmur, I found solace deep, A bond unspoken, a promise to keep. She was more than a tree, she was a friend, Whose whispers in the wind, I'll cherish to the end.
Co-authored by Janine Fuller and ChatGTP
